Romans & histoires God Of Ruin Audiobook

“Loyalty. Trust. Nothing more. Stand with me. Walk into the new world by my side, and I will never kneel to anyone.” He opened his arms again, void energy pulsing beneath his skin in dark, violet glows. His hair blew wildly in the wind. The cracked city echoed with his voice. “I am Nihareth. I am not a god. I am what comes after gods.” The silence that followed was thick. Then a man stepped forward. His body was twisted, burned by holy magic in some distant battle. “If what you say is true… if the gods are crumbling… then what comes next?”

I didn’t care how savage I looked, I wanted them to know the kind of beast they were dealing with. “ It was a warning" Leonardo breathed out rubbing his temple as if a headache can undo the damage .“ Rowan Moretti has officially started his games, he didn’t only attack your front gates, Nikolai . He used that exact hour to bomb and destroy my goods and warehouse that just landed, causing me to lose billions in a single night, billions gone in smoke, Nikolai!” I squeezed my fist under the table my rage instantly flaring, Billion’s ? This pathetic man was sitting here whining about money like my brother getting shot at our gates was a minor inconvenience.

I wanted to let you know that Echoes of Ruin will be going on a short, temporary hiatus. The story will officially return on January 1st, and this pause is purely a reset, not a goodbye. This world, these characters, and the story still unfolding mean so much to me. Stepping back briefly helps me stay aligned with the pacing, emotional weight, and intensity this series deserves, especially as we move into the next stretch of the story, where everything begins to tighten, fracture, and collide. I want to make sure what comes next hits exactly the way it should.

Take me back, To the days. Of no wars or death, Of peace, Of laughter. Take me back, To those days, Where I could laugh, And not feel, Guilty for it. Just take me back. Tyler Stuart's Abandoned Journal Cain's POV "CALL ME GOD!!" The Destroyer, a voice in my head screamed loud and obnoxious. Pfft. I wasn't in the mood for his whines, had other things to think about. "Okay okay, I'll call you whatever you said I should. There, are you calmer now?" I said as though talking to an impertinent child.

“A goddess of ruin, worshipped by those who would see creation burn.” Nyra’s heart clenched. “I know that sign,” she replied, voice low. “It’s hers... my sister’s.” Behind the Covenant’s front lines strode a figure wrapped in tattered silks, crowned with horns of black iron. Her eyes glowed molten gold. She moved with predatory grace: Selene Blackthorn, reborn as Mother of Ruin. Guards scattered before her as though she commanded the very earth. Caelum put a hand on Nyra’s arm. “She leads them,” he said, exhale hitching. “Your twin… the one you thought lost.”

And in his voice I heard something I wasn’t ready to believe Hope --- We crossed the gorge by nightfall and found the old ruins buried in vines The temple Not built Grown Out of grief Out of bone My flame dimmed the moment I stepped inside And something deeper woke up Soren whispered behind me “We’re being watched” But I didn’t need the warning Because the door ahead opened without touch And a voice echoed through the chamber “Elixir child of stolen blood forged in fire unclaimed by fate You have returned” I raised my hand fire curling around my fingers

I argue, her revelation sounding more confounding than awe-inspiring. “Come on, Orenda, think about it!” she exclaims, frustratedly slapping her thighs. “The God’s are just energy. Their body’s only exist because they used their magic to create them. Just look at your own animai – or former animai, I should say,” she corrects with a taunting smirk. The reminder of my mutual rejection lances through me like barbed wire. “Azadou was made because of a manifestation of Jartre’s magic; you said so yourself. His body and the body of every other God is just a giant meatsuit. Their blood isn’t blood the way yours or - more accurately - mine is and doesn’t hold the same function. Their blood is reall

I grunted. "God. . .Ginevra. . .Gesù," a scream tore out of my throat and my eyes slammed shut. Like I said, there was something about that pussy that drove me insane. "Yeah, keep calling out for God and his son, Ricardo, fingers crossed they'd answer." Ginevra taunted. My eyes fluttered open to her mischievous ones. A smile ghosted her lips as she rocked her hips tauntingly slow. "Who's screaming like a whore now, hmm?"

“At last you arrive, my little heir.” Rayden stood at the edge of that rift, his body still wrapped in dimming flames. The embers in his chest throbbed irregularly, like a heart refusing to stop despite losing its blood. Below, the mortal world slowly faded, leaving only flashes of Anya’s and Orion’s faces in his mind. “I have to finish this, before the world breaks with it.” One step and everything changed. The void welcomed him without color. There was no sky, no ground, only darkness that felt fluid. Every step he took caused something beneath his feet to crack and make a sound, not an echo, but a whisper, ancient prayers in the long-lost language of the War God.

Burning saliva hissing on broken earth. A god that had looked at him… And not seen prey. Only before his vision faded again, one word burned into his mind like a branding iron: AURA. And far away in the forest, unseen by any living being… Iron chains deep beneath ancient ruins cracked once more. ---